NORADane did not sit.He lowered his glass and tilted his head toward Gideon, as if he were considering a polite request. "I will, in a moment. I have one more thing to say, and then I will gladly sit."Gideon said nothing. He turned back to Mr. Garner.That was all the permission Dane needed.A dozen guests had drifted in around him by now, men in dark suits with drinks in their hands, smiling like people waiting for a show to start. I took the chair in the corner and tried to become part of the wall."I will not repeat what everyone already knows," Dane said, loud enough to carry across the room. "I only want to ask the Hale family for one small gesture. Something to show respect for my family's loss.""What did you have in mind?" a man asked, clearly enjoying it.Dane smiled. "The chowder."A waiter was already wheeling in a silver tureen. Fish stew, thick and steaming, the club's old harbor recipe. The smell hit me from ten feet away, salt and oil and boiled fish, and my stomach
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